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The camera zooms in on a lithe barefoot girl, no older than eighteen, sitting cross-legged on a rumpled bed in a dimly lit room. She can’t be a day over sixteen, with her petulant pink lips, pert nose, and a mop of unruly dark hair that falls in loose curls to her shoulders. Her wide violet eyes stare dopily into the lens, unfocussed and glazy like she’s barely conscious. A haze of drunken euphoria seems to hang over her petite features.

She’s wearing a Cropping kissing Juggies T, the once-vibrant fabric now faded and frayed, the concave where her modest breasts should be. The shirt rides up her taut lower abdomen, exposing a sizable expanse of smooth, creamy belly. Her slim bare legs, tanned from a summer beneath the Black Sea sun, peek out from under the hem. A delicate gold crucifix gleams on her neck as she shifts to settle herself, an oddly pious accessory for the lewd act she’s about to engage in.

With languid purpose, she reaches down to one of several plump overnight bags sitting in the corner of the frame and fishes out a large pink silicone vibrator shaped like a dolphin. The girl holds it up by its palm-sized dorsal fin, scrutinizing the toy with owlish intensity. Her full lips part into a wide, vacant grin as she flips a switch. The dolphin bucks and wriggles against her palm, making her giggle. “Oh!” she squeals, aiming it in the general direction of her clothed sex.

The girl hikes up her t-shirt to reveal a pair of high-waisted white cotton panties. She squeals again as the vibrator bucks against her boy-cut crotch, then scrapes it back and forth along the seam of her legs. Her breathing quickens, the rise and fall of her chest growing more uneven with each passing second. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back in a movement of such pure, wanton inattentiveness that it’s almost innocent in its simplicity.

Slowly, teasingly, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shimmies them down over her slender hips and thighs. She kicks them away hastily, not so much to be provocative as she’s too impatient to languidly slip out of them. Now fully nude save for her pony crop top, she spreads her knees and bends them to the sides, opening up her dripping pussy to the lens. Her shaved mound is pink and swollen with arousal, slick fluids starting to gather in her puffy outer lips.

She takes the vibrator and presses it flat against her slit, biting her lips as the sensations bloom through her body. She works the dolphin over her clit, going harder and faster at her moans grow louder and take on a high-pitched edge. Her modest chest heaves with each panting breath, and a fine sheen of sweat starts to break out along her hairline and collarbone. Occasionally the girl glances to the side with wide, almost wet lashes. She looks like she’s engaged in some kind of weary internal debate, as if part of her still thinks she shouldn’t be doing this, but the mounting pleasure is mollifying those reservations.

At the apex of her ferocity, she thrusts two fingers inside herself and pumps her wrist at a breakneck pace. The camera can see how drenched her pink entrance is, every inward thrustdelivering a prominent wet squelch that makes the teen moan even louder. Her toes curl as the intensity builds until, finally, it reaches a fever pitch. Her skull lolls back as she squirts her juices all over herself and the bed. All that can be heard is the wet slap of girl cum on sheets and the sickly mewls emitted from her constricted throat. It lasts for several seconds longer, until the waves of euphoria finally recede and she goes limp against the bed, vibrator still clutched in one feverish hand.

As she catches her breath, the girl stuffs the toy under her pillow and with a toss of her mane crawls off the bed, almost in a daze by the probing, ever-searching camera. Crossing the room, she disappears from view. The next frame shows the girl stepping from a bathroom and sink. She sanitizes her hands under the tap then heads for a beat-up fridge in the corner, opened it up and pulling out a bigger bottle of an alcohol drink, chose the curry one, tears off the cap and takes a swig that half the bottle. She notices the camera with a sigh and turns away.

There is a final shot that focuses again on the bulldoze’s throat, all shiny pink from the effects and hungers, before cutting to black while she downs another swig of the liquor from the bottle